I had one resolution last year. I was going to spend tonight at home, in Gotham, with my family again. Since then I've had family come and go from the island. I don't know where they are now.

My resolution for next year is almost the same.

I want all of us home. Whatever it takes.

... For all of that, despite pain and disaster, good things have come out of this island too. Friends, old and new, that I wouldn't trade for anything. And I owe you -- all of you -- more than I can say.

Here's to Year Two on New Moore. If I had to guess, I'd say it's only going to get stranger from here.

We named the baby Ervin, after her father.


[ Private: Katniss, Johanna, Dante, Alois ]
Come visit the ship any time you'd like.

I hope everyone's excited for the new year!! I know I am!

I've got my grapes at the ready! This year I'll swallow them all, I know it! Anyone need any? I've got a bunch saved up this time!

I did not imagine something related to cooking would be a mystery to round off the year.

Look what I managed to get my hands on!

Does anyone want to make New Year's Eve magic with me? I've got lots of horseshoes!

[the feed clicks on and, for a second, it's so quiet it sounds like it might be an accidental recording - then amy's distinct scottish brogue comes hissing in from the silence in a peevish whisper.]

Rory where are you!! You've been gone for almost an hour! If I'd known they were going to make you weave the diapers yourself I would've--

[the waspish tirade comes to an abrupt halt as she is interrupted by a whimpering, and then the full-blown wailing of a fussy infant. her voice, sliding back into its normal pitch, is all melting concern:]

Shhhhhh, sshhhh Melody... I wasn't really shouting at him, nobody's fighting! Shhhhh, sweetheart... how about a smile for your big old milk-thing, yeah? .... Please?

[baby mels doesn't seem to be biting. the tiredness in amy's voice seems to bleed through the cheer.]

Come on..... pleeeeease be quiet? Everything's all right, daddy will be home soon... Hopefully with a nice, biiiig bottle of valium....

this is all obvious & anybody who's not figured it out yet is fucking stupid.

The course of time flows the same within this place, though I couldn't say what lies beyond it. With it, things go as quickly as they come. As this tragedy, sometimes seen as a blessing, carries on. I am still here, and still searching. As, I believe, many of us still are.

The truth is still hidden among riddles woven within the events of last year. Still, nothing has changed.

So, I ask humbly, as I sit here among piles of paperwork for events that I still find incredulous, what should New Moore's resolution be for the coming year?

I will be glad for this year to be over.

You know, maybe this place isn't half bad! Especially considering all the pretty ladies I got to kiss because of that mistletoe stuff. I could get used to this place!

Now, what did I hear about a party, hmm? Hope it's inside, because this cold is not for me.

Happy New Year.

Good t'be spending it with friends.

Happy tidings in the new year.